Edward is currently not-quite yelling into a device that looks almost like a cellphone's bluetooth headset. "Breda, I don't care what they want, they're not getting it," he says loudly, storming around his office.
He stops and sighs. "Well, put your foot down. I hired you because you're supposed to be able to do that." A pause. "Fine," he snarls. "I'll come take care of it myself. Feel free to warn them that I'm coming and I'm fucking pissed at them."
With irritated snit, Edward tosses the communication device onto his desk. The he notices his residents. "Sorry about that," he says, turning a bit red. "Trouble back home, is all. What can I do for you guys?"